After my breakup, my best friend suggested I join a cycling club. But I never imagined this cycling wasn't that kind of cycling. I actually saw my best friend in a highly intimate act on her bike... I didn't run, instead, I felt a strange eagerness. Because... I had been longing for this moment for a very long time. … Ever since Jake told me he wanted to break up, I'd been utterly miserable. It wasn't that I loved him that much, but the time we spent together was simply too exhilarating. He was the ultimate man; whether it was about stamina or sheer physical prowess, he was the most incredible boyfriend I’d ever had. The first time we went on a date, I felt an unprecedented kind of worldly pleasure, and I was shocked to discover a secret about my own body. It turned out I had discovered an almost insatiable sensuality. Once I experienced the best, I only wanted more. It was just that before Jake, it had never been awakened, not until I met someone as exceptional as him. After that, it became an uncontrollable obsession, and he couldn't handle my constant desire, eventually choosing to leave me. After breaking up with Jake, I did try to find new boyfriends, but no one ever gave me such wonderful experiences again. Given my prolonged state of loss, my best friend, Maya, suggested I do something else to distract myself. "Why don't you come cycling with me? Maybe after some exercise, you can finally move on from him." When she said this, an inexplicable glint sparkled in her eyes, and the smile on her lips was odd. But at the time, I didn't notice, only thinking she simply wanted me to work out and get over my heartbreak. Realizing that moping around wasn't helping, I agreed to her suggestion and quickly joined a local cycling group through a link she shared. There weren't many people in the group, only about ten or so members in total, almost all men, with just Maya and me as the only girls. As soon as I joined, some busybodies started clamoring for the newcomer to post a photo. I didn't like exposing personal photos in unfamiliar groups, so I didn't plan on responding. But Maya, without even asking me, directly posted my photo. "This is my best friend, Chloe, isn't she gorgeous? She's a straight-A student, and she used to be the college queen at our school!" "Wow! An incredibly stunning beauty! My eyes have been opened!" "Maya, why didn't you introduce your best friend to the group sooner? If I'd known we could meet such a beautiful woman, I wouldn't have bothered looking for a girlfriend." "Maya's so generous! She thinks of us single guys first when she has a hot best friend..." Someone directly tagged me, "Hey beautiful, free this weekend? Come cycling with us." The group chat was buzzing. In the time it took me to go to the bathroom, I quickly had 99+ messages. Seeing so many people tagging me, I scrolled up, confused. When I saw the photo Maya had posted, I almost fainted. That girl! Of all photos to post, she chose a swimsuit picture she and I took together for a professional shoot. In the photo, I was wearing only a skimpy bikini, sprawled alluringly by the pool, looking up at the camera. My wet hair clung to the large expanse of bare skin, creating a sensual wet look that was incredibly sexy. I quickly messaged her, telling her to delete it, but Maya seemed to ignore my messages, chatting animatedly with the men in the group. After a while, she finally sent me a mischievous smiley face. "Why so modest? There are so many guys here, all of them regulars at the gym, surely not one of them is stronger than Jake?" "Sis, I'm doing this for your own good, I want you to find your second spring soon. Don't worry, I've already vetted them for you, you'll definitely be satisfied." Seeing that the delete window had passed, there was no way to make her unsend it, so I gave up on the idea. But the thought of my private photos being seen by so many strangers made a part of me tingle with a strange excitement. Coupled with what Maya had said, I unexpectedly found myself agreeing to their weekend cycling invitation in the group chat. 2 Soon, Maya helped me buy a complete set of cycling gear for our weekend relaxation trip. I don't know if she misread something when she ordered, but the cycling outfit I received was a flirty sports skirt set. However, when I saw Maya's cycling outfit, I was truly surprised. She had specifically taken a photo to show me. It looked fully geared up, but in reality, it was a risqué piece of lingerie! I was a bit stunned and sent her three question marks. Maya replied mysteriously, "You don't understand, this is the real joy of cycling." "Think about it, how many loose gravel pieces there are on the road, the bumpy mountain trails combined with going commando... it can send you to heaven." "This is a custom-made outfit just for me. Yours is a bit more conservative than mine, but it's still great. I was worried you couldn't handle my level." I couldn't help but feel a shiver of apprehension at her astonishing idea. But her description was so vivid, I couldn't help but feel a growing warmth, and I started to anticipate tomorrow's trip. The next morning, Maya knocked on my door. She had driven there, and our bicycles were folded in her trunk. "We have a specific cycling spot, it's a bit far. You should get some sleep first, I'll wake you when we get there." Thinking about what she had said last night, I hadn't slept much, so I was indeed a bit sleepy. I decided to listen to her and catch up on some rest. I don't know how long I slept, but Maya woke me up. I groggily glanced out the car window and was startled to realize we had arrived at a very remote place. "We're here. This whole mountain has been leased by the club founder. The downside is it's a bit far, but the upside is there's no one around, so we can do whatever we want." Maya excitedly patted my shoulder. "The mountain road here is quite narrow, cars can't go up. We'll have to cycle up ourselves." Saying that, she got out of the car and took our two bikes out of the trunk. Before we started riding, she cast a mischievous glance at my short skirt. "The mountain wind is strong, and the path isn't very smooth. Just enjoy this unusual sensation." With Maya's giggle, I began my first cycling journey. Soon, I understood the wonderful sensation she was talking about. Maya was right, the bumpy mountain road added a lot of difficulty to our ride. But precisely because of this, our two specially customized cycling outfits came into play. With the vibrations of the mountain road, the already thin fabric of our underwear completely adhered to the bike seats, and occasionally, there would be little bumps. I was pedaling hard, while also having to endure waves of pleasure emanating from my lower body. For a moment, I didn't know whether to describe it as pleasure or pain. Maya seemed used to this kind of cycling. Although it was clear her face was flushed, she was thoroughly enjoying herself. I even saw a large damp spot on her bike seat, and I didn't need to guess what it was. I never imagined that Maya, who usually seemed so quiet and demure, could be so adventurous. If I hadn't discussed so many intimate topics with her after my breakup, I doubt she would have ever told me. Soon, we arrived at what she called the club's meeting point. It was a large flat area with two big tents set up, and surprisingly, there was even a small natural hot spring built nearby. Hearing us, four men immediately came out to greet us. Maya introduced them to me one by one, especially the club founder. She called him Ace. "Ace, this is my friend Chloe. It's her first time participating in our activities, so you have to take good care of her, okay?" Maya bit her lip and winked at Ace, her eyes conveying some unspoken message. I could only shyly stand to the side and greet them. The men's gazes lingered on both Maya and me, and soon someone noticed the clever design of Maya's outfit. "Maya, what you're wearing today is even better than last time..." As he spoke, two men standing beside her each put an arm around her waist, one on either side. I even saw one of the men give her a quick squeeze on the butt! 3 Sandwiched between two men, Maya didn't resist at all; instead, she seemed to revel in it. She playfully thumped one of the men's chests. "Chloe's still here, we can play later, the three of us." I watched, wide-eyed, as she flirted with the two men, a strange thought blooming in my mind. Her "play"... surely she didn't mean that kind of play, did she? But I didn't have time to dwell on it. Ace, as Maya called him, had already approached and was trying to put his arm around my waist. He was wearing a tight black athletic outfit, his abdominal muscles faintly visible, making him look very strong. But the sticky gaze he gave me made me incredibly uncomfortable. Especially his gaze; it was intensely aggressive, openly roaming my chest, making my heart flutter nervously. I shifted away, using the excuse that I was tired from the ride and wanted to rest in the tent. Maya gave me a knowing smile. "Well, you'll need to pick a tent, there are only three tents here, and we all draw numbers and squeeze in." What? So if I didn't draw the same number as Maya, wouldn't I have to share a tent with a stranger? A single man and woman sleeping next to each other in a tent... what would happen was self-evident. My face instantly turned as red as an apple, and I started to stutter. "That... that's not... that's not good, I..." Maya suddenly burst out laughing. "Just kidding, you're sleeping with me tonight." Hearing that, I finally relaxed. It wasn't that I was a conservative woman, but it was our first time meeting, and I instinctively wanted to maintain some decorum. Driving to the campsite had taken up a lot of time. These people, knowing the ropes, quickly organized a picnic, then began discussing the afternoon's entertainment. Maya suggested a competition. They'd mark off a section of the mountain path, and then the four men would each give a woman a ride on their bikes, to see who could reach the finish line first. Saying this, she looked at me, a cunning smile on her face. "The top two finishers, tonight, will be accompanied by two ladies for a hot spring soak." "And it's a completely in-the-nude kind of soak, you know..." I was startled by her bold suggestion, my heart pounding. I wanted to refuse, but I couldn't resist being outvoted by so many people, so in the end, I could only silently agree. A little voice inside me mocked: You clearly want to, but you still have to put on this act. The first man to give me a ride was a chubby guy. The section of the mountain path they chose was a bit winding and steep. He quickly gave up, waving his hand and saying he needed to rest. There was no choice. Ace, who was originally supposed to give Maya a ride, swapped places with me. He looked much stronger than the others, and he seemed to have the best chance of winning. As the second round began, Ace immediately scooped me up and placed me in front of him, then sprinted ahead. I was forced to sit on the specially designed crossbar of his bicycle, feeling his rock-hard chest pressed against my back. He was truly muscular. I silently counted his abs in my mind—he had eight. Whether intentionally or not, he always seemed to run the tires over rocks he could easily have avoided. This made me bounce up and down on the bike, and soon, I felt a strange sensation in my body. Especially when I felt a distinct hardness pressing against my back, my underwear was completely flushed. I kept my head down, not daring to speak, afraid he would notice my physical reaction. Fortunately, his stamina was impressive. He easily covered the distance that the chubby guy had only managed to do halfway. In the second round, we were the first team to reach the finish line. While waiting for Maya, we chatted casually. I thought they would arrive soon, but a long time passed, and there was still no sign of Maya. The stickiness between my legs made me uncomfortable, but I was too embarrassed to directly ask for tissue to wipe away those embarrassing things. I could only sheepishly tell Ace I wanted to find a place to use the restroom. "They should be here soon. I'll be back as soon as I'm done." I walked along the mountain path we came from, found an open spot, and pulled out some tissue from my pocket to wipe away the stickiness on my thighs. Just as I was about to stand up and head back, a casual glance caught sight of a moving bicycle. The people on the bike were Maya and her second-round teammate. What was strange was that although we had marked off a different route, they were on this one. And they didn't seem to be in a hurry to win, just riding along slowly. Most importantly, I actually saw them sitting face-to-face, with Maya's legs wrapped tightly around the man's back, and a soft, breathless gasp escaped her lips, hinting at something more!
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